We all know that black lives matter but none of us know what it's like to drop neck deep into the chill waters of the English channel on a grey June morning with the spittle of machine gun fire slicing through brothers before their feet can reach the sand. None of us know the taste of blood thickened foaming waves bringing in our buddies. None of us know the echoes of troops of all colours calling out to homes, to mothers, to wives, to loved ones, while grabbing at the remains of their shredded limbs accepting that this death landing will be their haunting ground to hopefully touch and remind those liberated holidaying folk freed by their spectral confinement.
The Normandy landings took place today, D-Day, in 1944.